A secret left untold part 3.

A/N: i had a hard time finding a place to stop with this one.

Chapter 3 - A secret left untold part 3.-

Standing just outside his father's study door, his breaths grew shallow and rapid.

"This can't be true... But why would the Bishop and the baroness both lie?"

His trembling hand came into contact with the study door, and something peculiar happened. The door responded instantly as if it sensed his presence. He hadn't cast any spells, nor had he channeled any mana. It was as though the very fabric of reality reacted to him. The world around him began to distort, a whirl of colors blending into one another. His surroundings turned into a chaotic dance of smears and blurs.

Ah, this must be one of those involuntary teleportation tricks Father so enjoys playing, he thought wryly.

Just as his mind finished processing the situation, the chaos receded, leaving Hi'kim standing before his father. However, something was off. Instead of the expected wall, the room stretched back a few feet. What once was a wall of books now curved around an opening in the middle, revealing a brick fireplace. A vibrant, orange-red flame danced within the hearth, casting it's flickering light upon the contours of his father, an opulent chair, and something that seemed to move rhythmically up and down in his father's lap.

"Now, boy, who... am... I?" The words echoed through the air, reaching the ears of the young wizard with deliberate emphasis.

The room was filled with muffled sounds – gags, slurps, and a woman's moan – offering an undeniable glimpse into the scene unfolding before Hi'keem.

"Time is running out.. who am I," the older wizard said again.

"Y... you are ..." Hi'kim's voice wavered, his mind racing as he struggled to find the words to reveal his father's identity.

Earlier that day.

"AGAIN!!!" Hi'kim's fist slammed into the table, sending scrying and divination tools crashing to the ground, prompting Elizabeth to jolt back in alarm. She had never witnessed him like this – his usual calm and studious demeanor replaced by raw frustration. In the face of challenges, he always approached with measured composure, his belief in finding a magical solution unwavering.

"Six hours wasted – six hours of scrying, divining, and what do we have to show for it? Not a single clue about my father," the wizard exclaimed, his frustration palpable as he sank into a chair, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic disarray of tools and materials scattered around him.

A glint of fiery determination reflected in his gaze, an expression he typically reserved for the heat of battle. Yet, there was no battle to be fought here, only the aftermath of destruction. Reacting swiftly, Elizabeth rushed to his side, perching herself on his lap. Without hesitation, the maiden pressed her lips against his, her tongue dancing playfully with his in a tender attempt to soothe his tumultuous emotions.

The kiss worked its magic, exerting a profound effect. Gradually, his expression softened, his demeanor returning to its usual state. She gently parted from the kiss, a solitary strand of saliva momentarily bridging the gap between their lips before breaking.

"Calm down, it is going to be fine." She said with a smile.

"How can you remain so composed? I've shared with you his words; I've conveyed the gravity of the situation!" Hi'kim's words carried an exasperated tone.

"And as I've said before, I have unwavering faith in you. Moreover, I trust your father. While his identity remains a mystery, his actions speak volumes – he is a benevolent individual who has consistently aided our humble village when called upon. After all, he raised you," Elizabeth replied with conviction.

Hi'kim attempted to muster a smile for the young lady, yet the reality was stark – she had no clue. She had only witnessed a glimpse of his training, the part where he was already adept at shielding and responding. She remained blissfully unaware of the harrowing trials his father had subjected him to, the literal tests through hell itself.

The young wizard recalled a memory from when he was ten; his father opened a gate to hell and took him there for an entire week. The experience left him terrified for a month, during which only Elizabeth could drag him out of his room or join him there.

On his sixteenth birthday, as a peculiar gift, his father magically bound and enslaved a succubus for an entire week. Fortunately, luck was on his side as Elizabeth had to accompany the Bishop to the main branch of their religion's church during that time, sparing her from witnessing him lose his virginity to a literal embodiment of lust.

"You know, why dont we just ask around the village? You and your father have been here as long as I can remember, so there has to be someone who knows your father." Elizabeth said as she grinded her hips under the guise of readjusting her sitting position in his lap.

Hi'kim let out a deep breath, his eye twitching with annoyance. "Elizabeth," he uttered in a low and restrained tone.

"Yes, my dear?" Her voice dripped with a seductive yet subtly mocking tone.

"...I'm going to destroy you! Just you wait until that anointment ceremony..."

Elizabeth turned her head away from the young wizard and covered her mouth, pretending to be shocked. However, behind her hand, a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Oh, Hi'kim, such words are hardly fitting for a pure maiden like myself. Have you no shame?" She continued in a playful, mocking tone.

"Levitate!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she magically lifted off his lap with a surprised "ahhhh." Hi'kim quickly stood up, took her hand, and headed towards the door.

Later that night...

"Father! This makes no sense. If it were true, then it would make you... you..." the young wizard stated, attempting to bring some logical reasoning to the situation.

"Around three thousand centuries old," the father stated bluntly.

Hi'kim dropped to his knees, the weight of those words echoing in his ears.

"But that's illogical! Why would a 3000-year-old wizard wait so long to have a child?" the son questioned, his voice quivering with disbelief.

The older mage leaned back in his chair, grinning, "Do you believe you're my only child? I've had numerous offspring, some of whose bloodlines have existed for longer than you, and they still walk this world. You have a brother who, a few centuries back, ascended to become one of the Twelve Demon Lords. However, I strongly advise against seeking him out." The older wizard's words left the younger wizard trying to process the overwhelming information he had just heard.

"None of that holds significance anymore. You've accomplished my request admirably. You've uncovered my true identity, safeguarded what is rightfully yours, and now you are about to be initiated into one of my arcane secrets. However, let me caution you – this is merely the opening phase, and what lies ahead will be the most challenging trial you've ever faced," the older wizard spoke as he rose from his seat, proceeding to a bookshelf behind him. With deliberate intent, he extracted four volumes from their resting place.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the older wizard tossed the trio of books onto the surface before him.

"Chaos Magic Volumes 1, 2, and 3," the younger wizard read aloud as he knelt, picking up the books individually.

"Those books will start you down the path of chaos magic. I've carried you this far; now you must run on your own, further than where I've carried you," the older wizard said, settling back into his chair.

Earlier that day...

"I can't believe it, no one, absolutely no one, knows who your father is! It's already two hours past noon, and not a single lead," Elizabeth exclaimed, her energy drained as she leaned against Hi'kim.

"Well, there are still two places we haven't visited and two people we haven't spoken to," the young wizard replied.

Elizabeth's eyes widened as she instinctively backed away, dreading the direction his thoughts were taking them.

'No, please, not that! Can we explore other options?" She pleaded, her expression filled with ****.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but we have little choice. But don't worry; you don't have to come if you're uncomfortable," he assured her, turning to face Elizabeth, who now wore an annoyed expression.

"No, I'll come along... Besides, you'll need me to navigate the temple area, especially if he's hidden within the clergy-only section," she responded, resuming her position by his side, her arms wrapped around his, playfully squeezing his arm between her breasts.

They arrived at the church dedicated to Arvia, the goddess of love, fertility, and intimacy – Elizabeth's revered deity. The church stood as one of the larger structures in the village, rivaled only by the baron's residence. Rising three stories high, the building boasted an expansive lower floor that served as a public place of worship. The upper levels, however, were reserved exclusively for the clergy unless granted a special invitation.

Without a moment's hesitation, the two entered the church. Inside, a diverse congregation had gathered, seeking guidance from the clergy. Some sought blessings for a successful pregnancy or safe childbirth, while others prayed for the gift of love. Navigating through the crowd, they approached a female cleric nearby to request an audience with the Bishop; Elizabeth refused to make the request of him directly herself or even be alone in the same room with the Bishop.

The cleric briskly walked to the back of the church and, within moments, returned, motioning for them to follow her. The trio ascended to the second and third floors, arriving at the Bishop's private office. The cleric nodded and departed, leaving Hi'kim and Elizabeth in front of the door. Hi'kim raised his hand to knock, but before he could, an unmistakable chorus of moans reached their ears from behind the door.

Hi'kim regarded Elizabeth quizzically, but she placed her hand into one palm and crossed her other arm over her chest. Hi'kim knocked again, anticipation building in the air.

"C...come in," a cracked voice called from within.

With a determined stride, Hi'kim pushed the door open, his entrance marked by Elizabeth following close behind. A swift survey of the room revealed the Bishop seated behind his desk, his features marred by a creepy smile that sent a shiver down Hi'kim's spine.

"Thank you for seeing us, Bishop. We won't take up much of your time, so let's get straight to the point. Do you know who my father is? I mean, his true identity," Hi'kim inquired, his words direct and unyielding.

The Bishop's smile vanished, replaced by an expression of bewilderment as he fixed his gaze upon the young mage. His attempt at comprehension was evident, though his reaction was muddled. The room's silence was broken only by a wet, repulsive slurping sound, which Elizabeth recognized all too well, prompting her features to twist in annoyance.

"W...who your faa...ther is? What kind of joke is th...is?" The Bishop's voice wavered slightly, his attempt to maintain clarity undermined by an external distraction under his desk.

Hi'kim arched an eyebrow, not oblivious to the oddity in the Bishop's speech. However, he deemed it neither his concern nor his business, choosing to overlook it. Meanwhile, clearly vexed, Elizabeth turned on her heel and strode out of the Bishop's office.

"Yes, let me be straightforward. My father has assigned me a mission—to unveil his true identity. I've attempted divination magic and scrying, both to no avail. I've even inquired among the villagers, yielding no results. With only a handful of hours at my disposal to provide an answer, I've turned to you, as the church possesses an extensive information network. This is, of course, second only to the nobility," the young wizard explained, his tone earnest as he laid out his predicament.

The Bishop's eyes rolled back in exasperation, a suppressed groan seemingly on the edge of escaping him. A series of coughing and **** sounds echoed from his direction, prompting a moment of tense stillness before he regained his composure. A heavy sigh accompanied his action, and as he sat back, a curious revelation came to light—something round in shape nestled beneath his robes and positioned between his legs.

"Well, of course, neither of those things would work. If your father could be found so easily, he wouldn't be who he is now, would he?" The Bishop's words carried a note of wry amusement. "I do know who your father is, for he is the sole reason someone of my stature would even grace this remote and unremarkable village."

His grin spoke of a certain knowingness, a sense that he held secrets within his grasp. "However, even to his son, I won't relinquish such information freely. The fact that you're unaware of his identity indicates a purpose behind his choice to keep it hidden from you."

The Bishop's gaze bore into Hi'kim. "So, I propose a trade—a non-negotiable arrangement, offering only a simple yes or no in response. Should you agree, I will provide you with everything you seek about your father. Are you prepared to hear my proposition?" The Bishop's voice held a weight of finality, a choice laid bare for Hi'kim to accept or decline.

Hi'kim's eyes bore into the Bishop, his annoyance evident. "I will agree to nothing until I know the terms of the agreement and its purpose," he retorted firmly.

The Bishop chuckled, clearly enjoying the power play. "Of course, of course," he responded, waving his hand dismissively. "Here's the deal: you and our dear initiate will be heading off to the capital in about... what? Four days? Well, I wish to travel with you to the city of Engalwood. There's a meeting between the higher-ups, and I must be present. Specifically, I want you two—well, you, to serve as my guard for the two-week journey. I know it's inconvenient, but you only need to escort me there. Afterward, you'll have another two weeks of travel alone with the little lady that just left... assuming you two can resist the urge to take advantage of your alone time." The Bishop let out a hearty laugh.

"Why me, though? Why not request a personal escort from the town guard instead of some random mage from the middle of nowhere?" Hi'kim's expression remained skeptical.

"Ah, young man, who do you think you are fooling? You've been training in the arcane arts since you were a child. One of you is worth at least a thousand guards, and with the rising banditry these days, protection is a must," the Bishop replied, his tone growing more serious.

Hi'kim stopped to think the proposition over; he knew without a second of a doubt that Elizabeth would absolutely hate this... but did also know he didnt have any other options. "Wait a second, how do I know your information is accurate?"

Hi'kim paused to consider the proposition before him. He knew without a doubt that Elizabeth would vehemently dislike this idea, but he also realized that he didn't have many other options. "Hold on a second; how can I be sure your information is accurate?" he inquired.

The Bishop leaned back in his chair, a sly smile on his face. "You don't, my young friend. You'll have to trust me on this matter... or you can always confirm with the Baroness, as she too is privy to your father's true identity."

"What? The Baroness also knows?" The young wizard's surprise was evident.

"Oh, indeed. Among the upper echelons of our society, your father has quite the reputation for... well, that's something he should tell you himself. But enough about that. Are you ready to finally learn who your father is?" The Bishop's tone was both inviting and intriguing.

The young wizard glared at the Bishop with an annoyed expression.

"Fine, fine! Your father's true name or names," the Bishop said, pausing for dramatic effect. "The Sorcerer King of the fallen empire, Nuru Chikwado. The Eternal Wizard Kwame Jafari. The Supreme Enchanter Esi Osun. And the Grandfather of the Arcane, Ayo Odion. Do any of these names sound familiar to you?"

Hi'kim's eyes shot open at the first two names, but his expression quickly shifted from shock to annoyance.

"Don't toy with me! The Sorcerer King of an empire that fell two thousand years ago? Ayo Odion? The man known for creating over half of the most commonly used spells and the core theory of magic that makes up the basics of all sorcery?" The young wizard's voice rose as he slammed his fist onto the top of the desk, leaning over it. A startled "eep" came from beneath the desk, but he paid it no mind.

"Temper, temper... What do I gain from lying to you? Nothing!" The Bishop remained unfazed by the outburst, maintaining a relaxed posture. "It's your choice whether you choose to believe me or not. Yet, something tells me you do, or at least have something to say. Now if that is all, I do have work to do," the Bishop stated, not budging from his seat. The young wizard glared at him before turning and leaving the room. Elizabeth was waiting for him on his way out.

"Hi'kim, what did he say?" Elizabeth asked after about thirty minutes of silently walking behind him. It took her only the first three minutes to realize they were walking in circles as she observed him lost in his own little world. This wasn't the first time she had seen him like this, but he only became this disconnected when he was laser-focused on achieving a goal, such as learning a new school of magic together.

Later that night...

"My mother... what happened to her? If... if you truly are all those wizards of legend, especially the eternal wizard who had rumors of granting gifts to the women who bore his children. I've seen no such women around you, and you told me that my mother had died," the son said, looking up from the books of chaos magic theory that lay in front of him.

"Lilith sits as the queen of the succubi and the head of the Seven Deadly Sins, representing the sin of lust. My gift to her was a massive amplification of her lust and corruption magic. If she wanted, she could rule as the next demon king through the sheer amount of magical power she possesses, thanks to that boost," the father explained.

"In this country of ours alone, you've no doubt heard of the Eternal Mother and Daughter. Two of the most beautiful women this world has seen, and the mother sits at the head of the Ravenscroft family—the family that's second only to the royal bloodline in power and influence. Now, how do you think those two women—the mother stopped aging at 35 and the daughter at 18?" the father added with a smug grin. "The both gave you two older siblings about two-hundred years ago."

"Wha... what..I..." The young wizard couldn't say a single thing.

"My gift to them was eternal beauty and to never age, as well as an abundance of favorable luck. And so they have survived for nearly three hundred years now?" He smiled, leaning forward. "And as far as your mother... that is a story for another time; for now, return to your room and rest."

The older wizard said, flicking his wrist, and the son began to experience the sensation of teleportation once again. When it cleared, he found himself in his room, lying in his bed with a warm body beside him.

The young wizard looked over, and there, lying in his bed next to him, was Elizabeth wearing a black, thin nightgown that was see-through. Her face turned beet red as she tried to wrap the bed blanket around herself when she realized where she was.

"D...don't look; how did I get here? One second I'm trying on... well, a surprise, and the next I'm here..." Elizabeth stammered, hiding under the blanket.

"Dad..." the young wizard muttered, tearing his eyes away from Elizabeth.